#inside my head I am repeatedly fainting from glee

[unma]

Seeing the post about Ishmael pointing out strong women and now I'm thinking about Ishdon where Don is holding down Ishmael and I think- I think- I- The girls are kissing and I'm so giddy

[wornoutmouse]

Day 8: Somnophilia

@ozarkthedog

Warning: Slight degradation, dubious content? (I mean he agreed to it but it wasn't necessarily official)

Always establish consent kiddos

You wouldn't say you were a selfish lover, I mean your praise kink could attest to that fact alone. But with Aizawa's schedule being stretched so thin, you were getting close to losing it. You knew that hero work was important and you couldn't even begin to fathom taking part in raising the next heroes for Japan, but you had your personal needs as well damnit!

"Hey." you smiled softly at your older boyfriend watching as he practically dragged himself across the floor to your shared bedroom. You only received a tired grunt in response as Shota went to the bathroom to wash off todays filth. You sighed, angrily staring down your dinner as if accusing it of doing you wrong.

Aizawa stepped out of the shower wearing a tank top and some black sweats. You did your best not to look needy as he sat down at the table with his plate. For the most part, you ate in silence with short talk regarding how each other's day was. You couldn't help but smile at how blissed out your partner looked eating your food, and you secretly thanked your granny for teaching you all that you knew.

To your disappointment, Aizawa went to bed mumbling that he was extremely tired and you couldn't bring yourself to protest as you observed the dark bags under his eyes and how unkept his beard was. "I gotta trim that." you mutter as you glare at the dishes.

Turning in for the night, you drag yourself into the shared room and slip into your own tank top and shorts, sighing as you release your tiddies from their fabric prison. You slip into the bed and tense as Aizawa turns and brings you against him in a warm embrace. Suddenly your horny complaints disappeared in that moment and you sighed into the hold.

'Well...that shit didn't last long.' you grumbled as you lay still trying not to wake up Aizawa. Speaking of the devil, you stay quiet as you listen and feel him change position curving you more and more into the little spoon position. "You've got to be kidding me." you growled as you felt something hard and hot poking you and you knew damn well it wasn't love and affection.

"The dude can't dick me down but he sure as hell tease me with his dick huh?" you questioned out loud to no one. You sit up and look down timidly at your lover grimacing as you recall a previous conversation the two of you had.

"Well since the USJ attacks I've been getting drilled by Nezu to spend even more time training the brats so don't be surprised if our personal time is cut short." you pouted as you help onto Aizawa's arm sticking your tongue out when he glared at you. "But what if I get horny?!" you whined putting all your weight on him. "Get yourself off you damn brat!" he said shoving your face away from himself.

You got a creepy look on your face, "Be careful Aizawa, I might just jump you in your sleep!" you tease wiggling your fingers at him whining when he slaps them away. "I don't care as long as you don't bother me!"

No sitting in the dark at 1 in the morning you were really considering jumping his bones as he sleeps. "Damn my hypersexuality!" you grumble as you swing your legs over to straddle him. "He won't wake up, he sleeps like a log," you tell yourself to build up the courage.

You begin to grind on his bulge trying to get it all the way up. You huff as your heart rate slowly rises from the little stimulation you were receiving from the way his bulge was rubbing against your clothed pussy.

After a while of dry humping, you slowly lift the tank top and you drool at the sight of his toned stomach. Unable to help yourself, you bend down to nibble and kiss along the faint ab lines. You felt the skin beneath your lips tremble slightly and you glance up quickly making sure he was still sleeping. You hook your fingers on the waist of his sweats and do your best at pulling them down enough for his hard cock to comedically hit you in the face.

"Even unconscious he's a jackass." you mumble jokingly. For a while, you do nothing but stare at it as you couldn't help but marvel at how gorgeous it looked shinning in the dim moonlight. "So pretty.." you sigh softly before lightly taking it in your hand and stroking it. "Even if I'm doing this for me, I still want to make him feel good."

At this level of stimulation, it was to be expected for him to start reacting. You gazed up to ensure his eyes remained closed as you took in all the groans that slipped from his mouth. You gave small kisses and licks around the base just like you knew he liked it. In return, his member kept supplying you graciously with sticky precum that drenched your hand as you continued your ministrations.

Finally, you take it inside your mouth sucking lightly on the tip before sucking slowly on his sack. You trail your hands down your stomach circling your belly button before shoving your hands in your pants, moaning at how wet you were. You gathered your juices that trickled down your legs and used it to assist your finger inside yourself. To your glee, you were aroused enough to slip two fingers inside quickly.

As you worked yourself open, you close your eyes trying to imagine your fingers as Shota's. Thinking of how his thick and calloused fingers had to take longer to go in but when they did, they reached your deepest place with ease. You whined, tears building up in your eyes from pleasure and you quickly decided that you could no longer wait and positioned yourself over Shota.

Opening your folds with one hand and positioning his cock with the other, you slowly sink down hissing at the warm burn and you do your best to take it all in. As you wait for your body to adjust, you slide one of your hands up to play with your chest while you use the other to play with Shota's.

You're suddenly gasping for air as your neck is grabbed and your cunt is getting roughly pounded into. "W-Wait t-to fast!" you scream holding tightly onto Shota's shoulders snapping your eyes open only to gaze into angry red ones.

"Oh, am I going to fast? You should have thought about that before you decided to be a damn slut while I was sleeping!" you spasm on his cock as you reach your first orgasm. You're quickly flipped onto your back and both of your thick legs are being held tightly as Aizawa continues to fuck into you at an abnormal speed for someone who's been sleeping.

"Thought you could get your freak on and I wouldn't know kitty cat?" Aizawa growled as he opens your legs so he could look at you. Using one hand, he yanks your tank top up to expose your breasts leaning down to take one into his mouth harshly biting the nipple. "I couldn't hel-p it!" you moan feeling your head hitting the headboard slightly. "I know you couldn't, you're just my slutty little kitty, that's exactly why you're going to take Daddy's dick like a good girl." Aizawa nibbles neck in an attempt at muffling his own moans.

All you could feel was the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly at rapid speed and you couldn't determine whether you loved or hated it as your second orgasm hit you making you shake as drool falls out your open mouth. Aizawa kisses you deeply using his tongue to explore your mouth with such vigor, it made you dizzy. After a long while you felt him get close to his end when he slows down and focuses on how much force he puts into his thrusts rather than the speed. "Cum in me!" you beg pulling him in close leaving scratches on his back. To your dismay, Aizawa pulls back and out, "Only good girls get that." For the rest of the time your a hiccuping, overstimulated mess as he lazily jerks his cock and rubs your clit bringing you to your final orgasm as he cums over your stomach.

He lets you lay there staring at the ceiling in a daze as he gets himself a drink of water and you a wet cloth to wipe you down. "Are okay?" he asks. And you could only nod as you yawned, "I'm sorry for waking you up." you apologized as you watched Aizawa slip into bed next to you frowning at the sweaty sheets. "I already told you I don't care, but next time be quieter." he smirks pulling you closer to him.

[idle-writer]

Lip Reading

LIP READING

pairing: bucky barnes x fem reader

warnings: 18+, fluff and smut

word count: 2.4k 

A/N: My first bucky x reader smut. Please have mercy on me. Kidding aside, I hope you like it. Unbetad, all mistakes are mine. Enjoy reading :)

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“You know how I’m so good at reading lips?” You huff as you dodge a punch aimed at you. 

 “We both know you’re not,” Natasha snickers when you throw a punch at her, easily dodging it, tapping your arm, “And watch your form.” 

 “Anywaaaaay.” You back off, trying to create space between you and the former assassin. You take a quick glance at the super soldier duo on the other side of the gym. Both of them in their usual sinfully tight shirts that perfectly molds to their wide chests. Your throat feels dry when your eyes focus on the tiny patch of skin that peeks out under Bucky’s shirt, his training pants which is hung lowly in his hips not helping the situation. “Sometimes, I see Bucky say my name when he talks to St--- Ow, fuck. What the hell, Nat?!” 

 “Language!” 

 You hear Steve jokingly call you out. You touch your jaw, hissing in pain upon contact. Natasha does a really mean kick. Pretty sure your jaw will have a nasty bruise. 

 “You weren’t paying attention!” Natasha rushes over to your side, having a thorough inspection of your face. “Yup, that will bruise. Better get some ice for that.”  

 On the other side of the room, Bucky has stopped demolishing the helpless punching bag when he heard you scream. He looks at your direction , frowning when he catches a glimpse of your jaw which is now slightly red and swollen.  The urge to walk over to where you are and soothe you swells in his chest. He swallows a lump down his throat when he sees you and Natasha exit the room. At least Romanoff is helping you out, he thinks. He resumes his earlier task, mindlessly punching on the bags.  

 “Why don’t you go and check up on her, Buck?”  

 Bucky stops what he’s doing and looks at his best friend. 

 “You can’t avoid her forever.” 

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When you reach the elevator with Nat, you let out a sigh. The spy raises an eyebrow at you.  

“I wonder why Bucky talks to Steve about me ---” 

 “Oh god, you’re still on about that.” 

 “---You know, I asked them about it. Both of them denied it and then Buck started avoiding me. I knew they were lying. Well, I KNOW Steve is lying. He’s so bad at it.” 

 Natasha chuckles at that, making you let out a small chuckle as well but the pain in your jaw instantly makes it a pained moan instead. With a heavy sigh, you continue. “I wish they just tell me. Scratch that I wish I didn’t ask….”  

 “Alright, go to your room. I’ll go get some ice for that.” She says pointing at your face, just as she pushes you out of the elevator which you haven’t noticed has stopped in your floor.  

  You quickly get a shower and change into comfortable clothes before plopping back in your bed.  Remembering that Natasha will drop by, you ask FRIDAY to keep your door unlocked, just in case you fell asleep.  

 A few minutes later you heard someone clearing their throat. You slowly open your eyes, the light blinding for a second, as you sit up.  Bucky is standing at the foot of your bed, holding an ice pack with his left hand.   

 “Am I dreaming?” You groggily rubs the sleep away from your eyes. He smiles fondly at you as he briefly thinks of wanting to see you in your every waking moment. The smile wiped away when you continued with a sad voice, “I must be dreaming because Buck is avoiding me like the plague.” 

 “Doll…” 

 Hearing his voice makes you snap out of the sleepy haze. 

  “Oh my god,” You try to act normal as if you just didn’t get all sad earlier, patting the other side of your bed asking him to sit down, “Buck? Heeeey, what’s up?” 

 You cringe at your own actions. When did you two get awkward? Oh wait yes when you decided to pry and he started avoiding you.  

 He sits down on your bed, like he usually does before, and you feel relief that he didn’t avoid you this time.  

 “I’m sorry—”  

 You both blurted at the same time. You both stopped to look at each other and burst out laughing.  

 When the laughter has died down, both of you with sheepish smiles om your faces, it is as if the veil of awkwardness that surrounded you both for the past week has gone.  

 Shuffling closer, you lean on him, your injured jaw pressed lightly on his metal arm, loving the cool comfort it gives. “I miss you, Buck.” 

 “I miss you too, doll.” He presses his lips on the top of your hair. “So much.” 

 He continues, “Romanoff knocked some sense in to me. Told me how much I hurt you by pulling away. I’m sorry. ” 

 You look up at him, biting your lip suddenly embarrassed that your feelings are exposed. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who should apologize for sticking my nose in to your business.” 

 He shakes his head disapprovingly. “No, I should’ve known better. The whole time I was avoiding you. I was hurting too.”  

 Sighing deeply, he run his hand through his hair, a very faint blush creeping on his neck. “The reason why I did what I did is because I was asking Steve for advice… …about how to take girls out these days.” 

 “Oh,” your mood drops but you muster as much cheerfulness as you can, “You could’ve asked me for advice!” 

 Bucky gives you a boyish grin, effortlessly seeing past your façade. “Won’t it be awkward if I ask advice from the same dame I want to take out.”  

 “I guess it will be but – Oh.” 

 Bucky watches as your facial expression changes from confused, to surprised, to absolute glee, all in a fraction of a minute. 

 “You want to take me out? Like on a date?”  

 “If you’d let me.” 

 “I’d love to.” 

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“I just realize I was right. You were talking about me then,” you say as soon as you heard the shower turn off. “God, I’m so good at lip reading.”  

 Bucky comes out of the shower. “The only thing you manage to get right was your name.”  

 You would have been annoyed with the amused look on his face if not for the fact that he’s wearing nothing but only a towel circling his hips, few droplets of water still clinging to his frame. You watch as a drop roll down his hair to his chest down the ridges of his abs and disappear under the towel.  “Well, I was told I’m so much better at lip kissing.”  

 You lick your lip, something he instantly mirrors with his own. He struts towards where you are seated on the edge of your shared bed, a dark look on his eyes. He takes gentle hold of your chin and crushes his lips to yours. With one hand on his chest, you can feel his heart beating fast. You other hand tangled in his chestnut locks, a deep grunt rumbling off him when you tug slightly. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, chuckling lightly when you try to chase his lips. “Yeah, so much better at lip kissing.” 

 “Shut up and kiss me, Sergeant.”  

 “Yes, ma’am.” 

 With no less fire from before, Bucky’s lips are back on yours. His metal hand is on your waist, toying and pulling the thin material of your shirt off. His skin is hot and damp from the shower, but his metal fingers are cold. You gasp at the contrast, and Bucky uses the moment to slip his tongue in between your lips. You get lost at the taste of him, at the languid dance your tongues and lips are making. You pull him in, wanting to feel him as close as you possibly can. He slots himself in between your legs.  A moan coming out from both your lips when his hardness comes into contact with your clothed core. You scramble to take the towel off him but he stops your hands. He places a gentle kiss to your wrists, and you can only watch, breathing heavily, as he drops on his knees to the floor.  

 Bucky places soft wet kisses from your left knee to your  inner thighs, nipping lightly, reaching up until before where you want him the most, only for him to repeat the process on the right one. The third time he did it, you cannot stop the whine. “Buck, stop teasing.” 

 He pushes forward, nudging your clothed clit with the tip of his nose before pressing open mouth kisses on your core, drowning and reveling in the scent and taste of your arousal. His steel blue eyes glint with delight at the sight of your disheveled form. He puts more pressure with his tongue, moving it up and down, occasionally sucking at the material of your panties, a frustrated moan is elicited from you. You open your mouth to say something but your throat feels very dry.  

 Pulling back, Bucky smirks, his metal fingers replacing his mouth, rubbing on your core. “I’m not so good at lip reading, doll. You gotta tell me what you want.” 

 “Fuck,” your voice coming out raspy, “Fuck me with your fingers, your mouth, your cock, I don’t care. Make me come, Bucky.” 

  “Gladly.” 

 He quickly slips your panties off you, the material thrown over his shoulder, as he dives back in to your slick. With no barrier between you, you can feel everything he does. You can feel the slight roughness of his scruff  and the flexing of his tongue as he repeatedly flicks it over your clit. You can feel the smooth plates of his metal fingers as he slicks them up and coats them with your juices, before finally pushing one, then two of them inside you. His flesh hand pries your hand off the sheets, pulling them and placing them on his head, urging you to hold on to him. You brush some of the brown locks away from his face, his blue eyes fixed on you, continuing his ministrations. A particular angle and deep thrust of his fingers makes you arch and lift your hips up, tugging on his hair, blunt nails scratching his scalp. He grunts and presses his flesh arm on your lower stomach to keep you still.  

 “I want to see your pretty face when you cum,” he breathes hot air in to your cunt. “Cum for me, doll.” 

 Upon hearing those words, the burning knot in your stomach snaps with it unleashing feeling of euphoria. Choruses of Bucky’s name leave your lips as white filled your vision. Thighs trembling as they clamp around Bucky’s head. His tongue drinking up everything you have to give. His fingers slowly getting you back to ground as help you finish your high. Panting heavily, you open your eyes to see Bucky getting up, licking his fingers clean. The towel on his hips magically still on but it does nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock. 

 “Need a break, sweetheart?” 

 “I-” you croak, shaking your head. A smug grin forming on his face knowing he was the cause. “I need you.” 

 He yank the towel off him,  but before you have the chance to ogle god’s greatest creation, he pounces on you. Skin on skin. Lips on lips. Tongue on tongue. He lets you get some air but his lips never left you. He playfully bites on your earlobe before skimming wet kisses down the juncture of your neck. He sucks and nips at the sensitive spot, making you roll your hips upward, earning you a hiss from him. Fumbling blindly at your bedside drawer, he fishes out a condom. You get a quick glance of his cock, red and angry, with a drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit. You take the condom from his hand and quickly wraps his cock, pumping it once, twice before he’s taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. He guides his cock, gliding and wetting it between your folds, before he’s slowly pushing it inside of you. When he’s fully sheathed inside you, Bucky falls over, bracing himself with his arms as to not crush you with his weight. With his eyes closed, he breathes heavily in your ear, cursing and praising at the same time. How fucking tight and wet you are for him every time. 

 He slowly pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you, and then quickly pushes back in. The thickness and length of his cock reaching places you could never. He thrusts in and out in a steady pace. The delicious friction had you making noises of pleasure, not caring if anyone hears, fueling Bucky’s desire more. His grunts grow louder and louder with each powerful slam. The room filled with the sounds of moans, grunts, and slick sound of your sex.   

 The feeling of your velvet heat clenching around his hard cock makes Bucky’s movements stutter. You’re close and he knows. The steady pace long gone as he thrust in and out in quick succession. With his flesh hand, he reaches for your clit, pressing and rubbing circles on the swollen nub. A high pitched noise is drawn from your throat at the sudden feeling, jolting and clenching on his cock, as you reach your orgasm.  

 “Fuck, I love when you squeeze my cock. So fucking good to me,” Bucky speeds up, prolonging your orgasm as he reaches his. “Always so fucking good. Fuck.”  

 With a few deep thrusts, he slows down before collapsing on top of you, still careful with how fragile your body is under his. You rub soothing circles at his sweat sheened back, feeling the muscles relax under your touch. He lifts himself up, holds your face, and presses a sweet gentle kiss on your lips. His ocean eyes gaze back at yours. He begins to say something but cuts himself off. He silently mouthed three words, grinning when you understood and said it back.  

 Maybe you’re good at lip reading, or maybe only his. 

[themummersfolly]

I will probably not enter this in the contest I wrote it for, but I’m proud of it anyway.

@aerialsquid, @ardenrosegarden, you will probably like this. It involves ghosts and extinct cephalopods.

The Ordovician Testament

           I guess it all started the day we opened a new fracture at the Dakota site. I was a consulting geologist, monitoring pressure gradients in the wellbore while they pumped slurry in to widen the crack.

           “We’re about ready to start extracting,” the site manager told me. I nodded.

           “You know what the downside is to this process? No fossils.”

           “What, like dinosaurs?”

           “No, no, we’re in the wrong place for that. See right here,” I pointed to a chart, a map of the wellbore. “We’re right on the edge of the Ordovician shale. The fossils in this layer would be shellfish, trilobites, corals…”

           “You collect ‘em?”

           “Sort of. But that’s only part of it. Think of what we can learn from them, the picture they paint of the way the world was during that time…”

           I could see the manager’s eyes glazing over. He didn’t care that much about geology, as long as it wasn’t working against him. As long as the well kept producing.

           At last, the oil started to flow.

           “Hell yeah!” The manager grinned. “This is a good one!”

           I grinned back. The company had gone out on a limb with this site; my team had been pushing for it, and it had paid off.

           I was still thinking about the nice fat end-of-year bonus we’d be getting when my vision started to change. Everything in the monitoring station took on an electric glow. I blinked. It didn’t go away; in fact, it was getting stronger. A faint tension appeared far behind my eyes.

           “Hey, Greg, I’m gonna punch out early today. I think I’m getting a migraine.”

           The manager glanced back at me. “Yeah, sure. We should be good for a while. Be careful.”

           Halfway down the highway, the pain set in. I pulled into the first motel I saw, managed to hold it together long enough to book in, stagger to my room, and collapse.

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           To this day I haven’t had as bad a headache as that one. I was in that motel room for three days: two of them trying to fight off the pain, the third too wrung-out to move. When my team members called to check on me, they told me to go to the hospital. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have.

           As bad as it was, the pain wasn’t the worst part. Whenever I fell asleep, I saw colors. Bright, vivid, solid colors, blinding primaries, rapid-fire pastels, swirling psychedelic neons. It sounds nice, but at the time it was like being kicked repeatedly in the brain. My head was full of colors that gave me no peace and made no sense.

           And the mood swings – one minute I was bawling my eyes out, the next, I was ready to rip the lamp out of the wall and throw it across the room. At one point I was up for about twenty-four hours straight, bouncing from rage to depression to manic glee, faintly aware than there was something wrong with me.

           About 3 am on the third day of my stay, the pain broke enough to get a coherent thought through, and that thought was that I might have been poisoned. My next thought, which occurred maybe forty minutes later, was that the worst of it was over and I might as well try to get some sleep.

           This time, I dreamt of an ocean.

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           I didn’t have any more symptoms after that, although as soon as I was up I made an appointment to get checked out. Everything came back normal, and the doctor gave me a referral to a neurologist if I kept having migraines. I didn’t call, but I held on to the number. The pain and hallucinations were gone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.

           In the following days and weeks, I kept coming back to that thought. Every now and then, my head would fill up with colors again. And I kept dreaming about oceans. Not like I was at the beach or sailing or scuba diving; I was disembodied, submerged in a sea I didn’t recognize. When I was awake, I would get flashes of sights and smells, like when a memory jogs, but in response to the most random things. And I was remembering things I had never seen.

           Come to think of it, I was having a lot of intrusive thoughts, and I had a growing sense that I wasn’t alone. In the middle of the night, I would wake up thinking something had brushed past me; a search of the house would show it was empty. At work, on the long drive to the site – I felt like if I looked over my shoulder fast enough, I would see… something.

           “I feel like there’s another mind inside my head,” I said.

           “Maybe you should see a doctor,” offered Greg.

           I didn’t really want to see a shrink. But when invisible tentacles wrapped around me in the shower, I decided to bite the bullet.

           “Stress,” the psychiatrist said after talking to me. She suggested I take some time off work. But she wanted to schedule a follow-up, soon. She was worried.

           I had some vacation time, and the nearest airport was advertising cheap flights to Mexico. If I was having a nervous breakdown, might as well have it in Puerto Vallarta with a drink in my hand. On the flight the intrusive thoughts seemed to slack off; but during the final approach, when I looked out the window and saw the Pacific, my vision exploded with purple and teal. Ocean, ocean, ocean! I had to reach for the airsickness bag.

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           Whatever this is, it’s connected to the sea. I spent the first day of my trip lying in my hotel room with the blinds drawn, going over and over the past weeks. I wasn’t in any pain, but the thing in my head – I was increasingly sure that it was something separate from me – whatever it was had gotten more agitated since I arrived in PV. This all started in a rented room like this… Had anything unusual happened around that time? Did I eat something, or interact with anyone who acted strange? No, the only thing that had happened was we’d opened a new fracture at the wellbore…

           I sat up straight. That was the day this had started. Either that headache had done me permanent damage, or oil wasn’t the only thing that had come up the wellbore.

           I squeezed my eyes shut, shouted mentally at the source of the colors and visions. Hey! What the hell are you?

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           A neighboring hotel had a hypnotist doing nightly shows. Expert in multiple personality disorder, said his brochure. Underneath, it listed another of his specialties: contacting past lives.

           This is insane, I thought as I knocked on his door.

           I’d called ahead, asking if I could meet with him privately, since I didn’t want to work out my issues in front of a crowd. The fee was a little steep, but he sounded intrigued by my symptoms and offered to meet me before a show.

           If he was a quack, at least he was professional about it. He explained up front what would and would not happen and what might happen, and then he put me into a trance.

           You are completely safe, nothing can hurt you. You allow all thoughts to exist. You float through all levels of consciousness like a warm, peaceful…

           OCEAN.

           I was disembodied, submerged in sunlit waters. Beside me rose a coral reef; below it spread meadows and forests of seaweed. Sea-pens and sea-lilies sprouted everywhere. Below me, rustling through mud and algae –

           Trilobites?!

           They were trilobites. Little Asaphus kowalewskii with its eyestalks – I had a fossil of that one in my collection. And a Paraceraurus, all horns and spines, blindingly iridescent.

           And off in the murky distance, the outline of a gigantic, drifting cone.

           This sea hadn’t existed for over 400 million years.

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           “When I snap my fingers, you will return to the waking world.”

           On cue, I opened my eyes. The hypnotist stared at me, his face sweaty. His assistant had her phone out, poised to make a call.

           “You should have told me you are an epileptic!” he started.

           “What?”

           “When you were in the trance – you slumped down, you were making faces. When I spoke to you, it was like you couldn’t understand me. You tried to speak and a noise like an animal came out! Do you remember anything?”

           “Yeah, I… I was in an ocean. Like the one in my dreams, only I could see it clearly this time.”

           The hypnotist stared at me, chewing his lip. “Can you describe this ocean?”

           “Shallow, lots of light coming through the water. It was full of extinct creatures.” If I concentrated, I could picture it clearly.

           “Extinct creatures – perhaps a manifestation of your oneness with all life, past and present –��

           “No, no, a real ocean with an ecosystem that’s been extinct for millions of years. Like the fossil record came alive, like I travelled back in time or something.”

           He and his assistant exchanged glances. “How are you feeling now?”

           “Okay – a little loopy. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten.”

           He motioned to his assistant. She put down her phone, dug in her purse, handed me a candy bar.

           “I’ve never seen a case like yours,” he said. “If you’re willing, I’d like to see you after tonight’s show. There are a few things I can try that might make sense of this.”

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           The hypnotist’s assistant walked me down to the hotel restaurant; I think she was afraid I would have another episode on the way. Once I had eaten, I stretched out on a couch in the lobby, but didn’t sleep. If I let my mind wander, I could see subdued colors at the edges of my vision, could feel tentacles drifting loosely around me.

           The hypnosis show was over around 10 pm. When the last of the audience had filtered out, I went in for my second appointment.

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           “You are completely safe and at peace. You are alone in a comfortable room. No one who enters this room can harm you.”

           “Okay.” In my mind’s eye, the room looked a lot like the hypnotist’s hotel room.

           “There is a knock on the door. It is the source of the visions you’ve been having.”

           There was water outside the window, ocean water. A school of finless, heavy-headed fish swam by.

           “Remember: nothing that enters this room can harm you. You are completely safe. You open the door and invite your guest inside.”

           I did just that.

           “What do you see?”

           “It’s – it’s an ammonoid. No, it’s an older species. An Ordovician nautiloid.” Awake, I might have been scared. But in the trance it was no worse than coming face to face with a noisy neighbor. Big eyes, with square pupils like a goat’s, stared at me over a mass of gently swaying tentacles; behind them, a shell curved away in a loose spiral. It drifted in, swimming through the room as if still in the water.

           “You are completely safe. You can ask it any question you want.”

           So I did. “What are you?”

           The creature’s eyes turned purple. On the mantle covering the end of its shell, a rippling hounds-tooth pattern appeared.

           “It’s changing color. I think – I think it’s trying to communicate.”

           “You are one with your guest. You feel its thoughts and feelings as your own.”

           He was right. Desire to be understood. Identity. The colors, each with a concept attached to them.

           “It’s the name of its species,” I realized. “Purple is happy, blessed. The other pattern – it’s more complex. I don’t quite get it. It’s one of the Blessed Somethings.” Another wash of thought. “It has a question for me.”

           “What is the question?”

           “It wants to know if I’m – if I’m a squid? A nautiloid? No, it’s asking if I’m a person, like a sentient being. Yes, yes I am. Are you?”

           A pale blue swirl of annoyance. Of course I am.

           “You can ask your guest any question.”

           I mulled it over. “How did you get here? Inside my head, I mean.”

           In response, a riot of colors and patterns.

           “I don’t understand. Can you show me?”

           One long, smooth feeler reached out to the window and touched the glass. I followed it and looked out.

           The seaweed was gone, and most of the algal mat. All the coral had turned gray. Overhead, the surface of the water creaked and groaned: ice. The sea was cold and sour.

           “Ordovician extinction,” I said.

           Death. Empty shells. Only the mindless drift-feeders were left.

           The new fracture had been near the top edge of the Ordovician shale. “You were trapped there. We let you out.”

           Affirmation. Confused affirmation.

           “What do you want?”

           The colors turned muddy. It had no idea; it hadn’t asked for any of this.

           “Can I talk to you again sometime?”

           Affirmation, and relief.

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           There were six days left in my vacation. I decided to spend them learning to meditate.

           The hypnotist offered several theories about what was going on, mainly “past life regression” and “ancestral memories.” My theory, and the one I was going with, was that we had somehow turned loose an ancient ghost, and I was being haunted. Actually, it wasn’t all that frightening once I came to that conclusion. The whole thing had been accidental; far from being malicious, the thing in my head seemed apologetic when I told it all the trouble it had caused.

           It wasn’t hard to reach a state of mind where I could talk to my guest, as I’d started to call it. Before the flight home, we’d even worked out a way to share space in my waking mind without causing problems, and my strange dreams had stopped. The biggest hurdle was communication. My guest used a visual language of colors and patterns; emotions and simple nouns and verbs were easy, but more complicated concepts tended to get lost in translation. Playing around with the paint program on my computer, I found out I could transcribe our conversations… sort of. And when I got home, I pulled out my fossil collection to show it.

           Stone. I was showing my guest a fossil ammonite shell. When I closed my eyes, I held it with tentacles instead of fingers, turning it over and examining it. Old. Very old.

           “Millions of years younger than you. From the Jurassic period.”

           City-builders, too?

           “What?”

           Nautiloids, cities, construction. Descendants build, maybe?

           I sat back, mulling over the images and color-words. “Wait – you build cities?”

           Not self. Too small. Nautiloid-kind, city-builders. City-dwellers.

           “City-builders, like a civilization? 400 million years ago, in the ocean?”

           Annoyance and confusion. How was this a question? It was surprised enough that I was a land-dweller.

           “We never found evidence of intelligent life before us – none that we recognized.”

           Confusion. Denial. It wasn’t possible, there had been so many of them all over the world.

           “Maybe we didn’t know what we were looking at. Or maybe… it’s been almost half a billion years. Not much survives that long.”

           Denial. Denial. But then: Understanding. Yes, time eats all.

           Red was the color of Nautiloid grief. Red like an ancient sunset filled my mind for the rest of the evening.

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           “Will you show me?” I asked one day. “I want to know about them. About your kind, what they were like.”

           I closed my eyes and saw them. My guest’s family, or something like a family. They were the group that had raised it, but none of them were genetically related. Many weren’t even the same species; as I saw more and asked questions, I learned that my guest was one of several intelligent nautiloid species. It showed me straight cones like wizards’ hats; loose curlicues; tight curlicues; talkative, half-naked little things like cuttlefish darting around. Not only had they existed at the same time, but they used the same color languages, lived and worked in mixed groups, raised their young together. Their civilization was founded around the idea that each species was necessary to the lives of the others.

           My guest showed me things it had seen, things it had heard of. The civilization of the nautiloids had lasted nearly a million years, in all its various iterations and divisions. I saw shining cities of gel and silica stretching up the walls of continental shelves; I saw the ocean floor vents around which their technology centered. Household items of cast cement and water-fired clay, delicate metallurgy that had long since corroded away to nothing. They had domesticated the giant drifting orthocones, they hunted the arthropods that tried to prey on them. They had learned to live in all corners of the ocean and at all depths. They had even begun to explore the barren, alien land.

           But then the cold had come. And not every species had been able to weather it.

           Food animals disappeared first. Then disease began to spread as hunger and cold took their toll. Those that lived in the shallow reefs suffered most. Attempts to build shelters were too late; within a few years, whole segments of society were extinct.

           Symbiosis. If the surface-people do not farm, the depths-people cannot make. If the egg-raisers do not nurture, the city-makers cannot build.

           “Did anybody make it through?”

           Unknown. Maybe. Not self, but maybe others.

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           They had a written language, if you can call it that. My guest taught me. Strands of colored fiber, knotted, strung with shells and beads. We had to make a lot of substitutions; some of the modern materials weren’t exactly right. But a nautiloid would have found it readable. My nautiloid did.

           I would sit up late into the night, stringing yarn together while my guest dictated. It was a book, but it felt like a rosary, like a prayer that could be handled. Do not forget us. We lived. We mattered.

           I had gotten used to my guest. It had a name for me; I don’t know what it meant, but it looked like dark blue tie-dye with a spray of stars. I had a name for it: Shelby Squidsworth. We would talk about geology, the species that had come after the nautiloids, what might come after humanity. It was fascinated by life on land.

           When the book was finished, we celebrated with a trip to the beach.

           Descendants? It wanted to know. I sat on the sand, drying in the sun.

           “Your descendants, you mean? Do you have any?”

           Maybe. An image of my Jurassic-era ammonite. All stone, maybe. All empty.

           “There are still creatures like you today.” I concentrated on an image of a nautilus, of squid and octopi. “They’re not as smart as you guys, not in a city-building, history-recording sort of way. Not that we know of. But they might get there.”

Maybe. Images of its family group; it missed them.

I dug my toes through the sand. “Did your people believe in an afterlife?”

           Yes. A whirl of colors; I didn’t grasp the meaning, but it seemed to comfort my guest. I wondered why it was with me and not there; quietly, I hoped, but it noticed.

           No burial. No rites.

           “If you got a proper funeral, would you be able to rest?”

           Maybe. Hope.

           “Tell me what I need to do.”

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           400 million years ago, when the nautiloids laid their dead to rest, they would separate the body from the shell. In deep-water countries, the shell would be painted and displayed by the family group; in shallow waters, where my guest was from, it was floated on the surface or pushed onto land, to dry and crumble in the sun. The body was ritually eaten by family and close friends, so that their loved one could remain with them in a way and strengthen them.

           Old custom. Dawn-of-time custom.

           “My people don’t really approve of cannibalism.”

           Amusement. Different species. Have comfort.

           I bought a big ceramic shell online, and about a pound of calamari from the store. It was as close as I could get; the spirit of the thing was what mattered. I ate the calamari alone, in silence. I had the sense that my guest ate, too, for all the other nautiloids who had died alone. Then, with the ceramic shell on a little raft I’d built, I drove to the beach and waded out past the surf.

           “Do you think humans and nautiloids go to the same afterlife?”

           Maybe. Hope.

           “I’ll see you later, then. Godspeed, good friend.”

           I laid a garland of knotted yarn over the shell: a nautiloid benediction, written out. I knew a few of the words humans use, and I said those as well. Then I pushed the raft off, away from the shore.

           When I climbed out of the water, I was alone in my head.

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           “You’re different,” Greg said. It was my first day back at the site. “You have a good vacation?”

“Yeah. I had to attend a funeral right at the end, though.”

“Man.” Greg winced. “Family?”

“A friend.”

“That’s rough.”

“It was time. And the service was just the way my friend wanted.”

“Timing still sucks.” Greg shuffled. “Oh hey, you’ll like this: the museum was running an exhibit on ancient sea life. I had my daughter last weekend, so I took her to see it.” He handed me a flier. “She wants to do her school project on these nautilus fossils. I told her you could help her with the research.”

“I don’t know how much I can help, but I’ll try.” I smiled at the picture on the flier.

My friend’s book was coiled neatly in my backpack; I had already started the translation. I doubted most people would want to read it, and even fewer would believe it. But it would be there, at least for a while: a faint, brief echo of a people long gone. A chance for them to be remembered.

           I can only hope that when my time comes, someone will offer me the same kindness.

[rounse-error]

Can I request Saeran adopting a kitten to gif to the MC? 🐱💞☺️✨💝🌸

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Please do notplagiarize my work!

Note: You don’thave to read the A/N and others (exceptmy important notice) so just skip it and proceed to the story itself.

Author’s Note: I’mso glad that my final fanfic request in this batch was a success! I had funwriting this fanfic request. Also, this fanfic isn’t quite accurate because I haven’t play the Ray route yet so this is spoiler free!

Important notice: Afterplaying 6 routes and 2 DLCs, I have finally reached 212 hourglasses and it won’tbe long before I reach 250 hourglasses which meant I’ll be able to add theMinor Trio (V – Vanderwood – Ray) in my headcanons! Look forward to it!

Response to yoosungiib: Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this fic!

BE WARNED, THIS FANFIC HAS A TRUCK LOAD OF SUGAR!

A snow haired man walked out of a pet store and to hisfrustration, he had failed to choose the suitable pet yet again.

This isn’t workingwell for me at all, he thought with a hopeless sigh. As he was recentlyshoved back to the actual society, there were many things he was clueless aboutand one of them happened to be knowing a domestic animal firsthand. From beinga flower expert to a talented hacker, he was secretly embarrassed with his lackof knowledge about the real world.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a friendlypat on his shoulder. He turned to meet eyes of the man who was physicallyidentical to him, but with curly locks of crimson and a painfully wide cheerysmile.

“Don’t be so glum Saeran! There’s a handful of pet storesthat I know of in the vast city of Seoul,” his twin exclaimed in an encouragingmanner and the gloomy man named Saeran tried to smile in return but it came outwrong: a menacing grin to which the other twin, Saeyoung resisted not to flinchto.

The awkward moment was cut short when their silhouettes on thecemented ground grew and their surroundings glowed with a deep reddish-orange sunlight.Saeran furrowed his brows, feeling rather worried of making MC anxiously waitfor their return.

“Say Saeyoung, I think…we should head home-“

But his words fell deaf on his brother’s ears when suddenly,Saeyoung was pulled at yet another gibberish conversation with the cashierwhose work shift just ended. Saeran blinked his eyes repeatedly as he founddifficulty in catching up with the main topic due to Saeyoung always being aman-child who happened to be high on sugar and therefore, one must not expect aproper and consistent conversation with his twin.

Tired and plainly bored, Saeran averted his attention toelsewhere and soon discovered something rather interesting (and pitiful) at anearby alleyway. Without Saeyoung’s notice, Saeran headed towards the alleyway.

Saeran was deep in thought after entering the alleyway.

The alleyway was a place he used to frequent to work in theshadows and recruit believers for Mint Eye. Now, it felt nostalgic to him, notbecause of his work but rather the calm feeling it gave him.

He often saw how the alleyway was dimly lighted with thestreet lights being its source. The decaying scent of dumpster that never oncebothered him. And the silence was still soothing as ever, removing thetraumatizing memories of his childhood.

But then, at the entrance of an alleyway was where he met MC.From here to Magenta and then at his twin’s bunker until he finally set hisfoot at the outside: he made so many precious memories, both joyful moments andagonizing struggles with MC and there was more to come for their promisingfuture.

A tender smile adorned his youthful face as he recalledfurther.

Thud!

Shaking away his thoughts, he reacted strongly to thedistinctive sound – of an object or two falling on the ground – by jumping awayand prepared himself into a fighting stance.

The culprit could be a homeless person or a stray animal–

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a silhouette of afeline darting away, widening their distance to keep itself safe and he felt theurge to follow it.

Saeran! If you wantsomething beyond your reach, you gotta catch it before it slips away, waswhat MC would often tell him whenever he hesitated.

With her advice still ringing inside his head, he bent hisknees to prepare its inexperienced legs to sprint after it like there was no tomorrowto which he did.

The chase ended quite shortly as the stray kitten halted inits tracks. Saeran followed soon after and took a brief breather to calm thequick pounding of his chest. To his surprise, it collapsed to the ground and henoticed how limp and injured its legs were. He stepped closer to the poor thingbut was stopped by its feeble hissing.

This stray…is so muchlike me.

Or rather, Saeran was reminded of his hostile self: Unknown. Heknew the hatred and agony of being abandoned by the people he loved and trustedthe most or so he thought once he found out the truth.

But it was thanks toMC that I found out that Saeyoung never once abandoned me…

Knowing his incapability of helping the unfortunate andwounded kitten, he thought deeply of MC: her kindness, her courage, herpatience, and her love. He smiled fondly of MC and then his courage grewsteadily.

He knelt with one knee, low enough to reassure the kittenthat he meant no harm and waited patiently. But with the winter being cruelthrough its freezing touch, Saeran slowly took off his scarf and folded it intoa makeshift cushion then he waited once more.

To his delight, it lowered its guard and slowly made way tothe cushion but it continued to fail to do so. Gently, he held the cat and laidit down to the cushion. The cat weakly purred after he took the courage to patit gently.

Now, I need to take itto a vet-

“Saeran! Saeran! Where are you?!”

The worried shouts of his twin echoed throughout thealleyway and had frightened the poor thing. It forced itself to flee away butit was calmed down once he gently patted it continuously. He sighed in reliefthat it trusted him.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere for you-“

Saeyoung paused as he examined the touching scene beforehim. His twin was patting a kitten for the first time! But his joy soon turnedto worry as soon as he saw its injuries.

“Saeyoung. We need to take it to a vet,” Saeran said in alow tone as he scooped it up to his chest. He wrapped his scarf firmly aroundthe cat and then turning to look at his confused twin.

“Oh, right! Thankfully, we know a certain formerly hopelesscollege student!”

Saeran shook his head in disapproval after his twin’s reply.

Is he talking aboutthat veterinarian kid named Yoosung Kim?

The main entrance was burst open and behind the doors washis beloved. After an hour or two of focusing all his attention on the ICU, hefinally looked away to greet MC with an affectionate smile. “MC, you’re finallyhere.”

“I read your text! Where’s the poor thing?!”

“Calm down. Yoosung is treating it as we speak,” the faint wrinkleson her forehead faded as worry left her exhausted body after hearing his reassuredreply. Without hesitation, MC wrapped her arms around his waist with a firmgrip. To her glee, she earned a pair of adorable flaming cheeks from Saeran andit darkened as MC sent a smile his way.

“Saeran…I’m really proud of you.”

And finally, her compliment was the final blow to bothtearing up in joy and having a long-lasting blush plastered to his cheeks.

“Brother! Here’s the adoption papers~!!”

The moment was broken with the sudden interruption ofSaeyoung and MC let go of him to read the papers with a perplexed expression.Saeran forced himself not to cast a glare at his seemingly-clueless brother.

“Adoption papers? Is it for the kitten?”

“Rightto, my soon-to-be-sister-in-law!”

And just then, Yoosung came with a slumbering kitten on hisarms. Saeran took the initiative to take the now adoptive kitten to his careand smiled at how peaceful the kitten looked. Without further ado, Saerancleared his throat to the two men for them to give him and MC some privacy towhich Saeyoung got the signal and dragged an unwilling Yoosung with him.

“To tell you the truth…I wanted to give this kitten to you.Will you accept it?”

Not taking a single moment, she nodded and said, “I am morethan happy to accept it. After all, you chose this one for me.”

End

[ihaveanimagine]

You pick the skelebros, please include classic. They find out that their s/o is a writer, and writes amazing stories, full fledged books, but never shows anyone because she thinks they’re shit. She writes mostly romance, and a lot of it is monster x human, and then she also writes fantasy, but usually portrays the humans as the villain, not the monsters. She has one book, that is actually about everything that has happened since they fell into the underground, in extreme detail. Everything.

(I did UT, MT and Gaster!Sans and Papyrus)

Undertale!Sans

Sans found out about your work through Alphys who hadrecently fallen in love with your newest novel involving a “Shape ofWater” vibe and showed it to Sans who instantly recognized the Author’sname. Wanting to reveal he knows of your books in the cheekiest way possible,Sans asks Alphys for the cheesiest romance novel you made, and she hands himthis book called “The Tale of the Underground”.

Sans kinda just snorts at the title, inwardly squealing athow cute the title was and began to read it. He was surprised that this wasBASICALLY your diary dictating your thoughts as you travelled the Undergroundand…ooooohh boy, haha, Sans pulled at the collar on his shirt.

Ho boy was this detailed.

Marking the page, Sans went home and awaited your arrival.The second you walked in the door with a distracted “Hey, Babe!” Sansopened the book and read aloud: “…after sans had licked the red spaghetti sauceoff his teeth, i suddenly had the hugest urge to kiss his teeth until my lipswere numb.“

Silence was the only response he received.

“that offerstill stand, dear?”

Undertale!Papyrus

This sweet cinnamon roll was simply dusting (the dirt kind,not the dead monster kind) the house when he came across an unfinished booksitting on your desk wide open. Papyrus wasn’t one to snoop, he honestly didn’tmean to, but he saw the words “Papyrus” and “Gorgeous” nextto each other and allowed himself to read several one chapter.

Wowie!! Whoever this author is must have VERY good sourcesbecause it sounds like his wonderful S/O wrote this from entirely their persep-OH!! IT WAS!! Papyrus felt a wave of embarrassment and fluster overflow hisemotions. H-HE REALLY SHOULDN’T CONTINUE, BUT…HIS S/O OBVIOUSLY PUT A LOT OFWORK INTO THIS BOOK A-AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO GIVE AN ADEQUATE CRITIQUE!!

So he read everything up until the part you stopped writing(which he spent a good 10 minutes mourning over) before rushing back to hischores, waiting for you to get home later tonight.

Once you walked in the door Papyrus scooped you in his arms,twirled you around and planted a big fat kiss to your lips before allowing youto speak.

“Wh-what’s withthe greeting?” You asked, face completely red from blushing, “N-notthat I mind!” Papyrus simply grinned and kissed you again before helpingyou brush off the snow from your clothes.

“OH, NOTHING INPARRICULAR, I JUST WANTED TO HELP OUT MY ADORING SWEETHEART!”

“Aww, that’s awfully sweet of you!”

“WELL OF COURSE!! ALTHOUGH MAY I ASK A QUICK QUESTION?”

“Shoot.”

“HOW EXACTLY AM I A ‘PRECIOUS NOODLEBONES SKELE-BEAN THATCAN MAKE GLOOMY DAYS GO EXTINCT BY SOUNDING LIKE A BABY RATTLE SNAKE WHENEVERMY BONES RATTLE WHEN I’M HAPPY’?”

You just knew thatsentence was going to come back and haunt you….

Mafiatale!Sans (Colt)

He’s supposed to be grabbing a book on “how to wash bloodstains out of white clothes” when he sees your name scrawled across a bookin the “bestseller” section of the bookstore. At first he thinks it’s acoincidence, but then he picks up the book and thumbs through it, when this employee bounces along andasks if he’s interested in the series.

Series???? This should be good. Naturally, he says “yeah, but I dunno where tostart” which allows the employee to gush about how much she loves your work and how it has almost exclusivelyhuman/monster pairings that more often than not revealed the darker side ofhumanity through satirical situations and comedic monster characters.

Colt had to snort a little at that, not that he wasjudging (he was probably the reason you began the monster/human pairingsanyway) but he knew how much you wanted to repeatedly smack the whole ofhumanity with a baseball bat until it gained some sense and hey, the pen ismightier than the sword, right?

So after Colt accidentallybought one of the shorter book series, and a book labelled “Trip Down Under” heleft the store (completely forgetting his original goal) and began devouringthe books whenever you weren’t with him.

Once he got to “Trip Down Under” he nearly had a heart attack.Before this book, he thought your other ones were marvelously written, balancingpure, unadulterated snark with mushy romance (a trait that he was proud toadmit only he was the recipient of irl)but this one was………an extremelydetailed step-by-step walkthrough of your entire trip in the Underground.

Granted, there were different names and places andenvironments used, but this was creepy!!!He specifically remembered having this exactsame conversation with you at 1am about whether or not condiments were anacceptable flavor spice for pet foods that the protag and her romantic interestwere having.

So, what does he do? After his post-mission meeting withDon Asgore ends and he heads home and proceeds to do your normal routine of smothering each otherin relieved affection before placing his hand on your back and the other onyour head, dipping you backwards.

With a feral grin, he leaned in and whispered to you: “Am Iliving up to your expectations as your bone-ified,straight-shooting, suave-talking punster of a soulmate?”

You suddenly regretted every life choice you’ve ever made.

Mafiatale!Papyrus (Sniper)

This guy was most likely gossiping with Bayonet (Undyne)when she offhandedly mentioned this romance novel series she was reading thatwas set in a fantasy world that had a boss fight similar to the one she experienced when you had gone through Waterfall. Shethought it was just a coincidence, after all, the fight became common knowledge after a while but Sniper’s experience taught him nothingwas a coincidence.

So he went and Googled everything he could about thisauthor. 

He found online versions of your books, and read the book that Bayonet said she was reading, and BOY WAS HE SURPRISED. You certainly were detailed in your adventures, but you changed enough facts and names and places so it seemed that every important Family Secret you experienced were all different.

Being the little prankster he was, Sniper wanted to give you a scare. But, in order to do that, he had to pretend he had just heard about your book, and went and Google’d a picture of you.

WOWZA, DOES THIS PERSON LOOK FAMILIAR!!! HEY, S/O! COME LOOK AT THISPERSON!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A TWIN!!!

You briefly considered lying to him when you felt embarrassment and a bit of fear well up inside you, but that idea wasquickly erased. “Sniper, darling….that’s….that’s me!”

Sniper looked back and forth between you andyour online picture before turning to you with a flirtatious smile: “OH GOOD, FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT SOMEONE HADSTOLEN MY RECIPE FOR FONDUE! WINK!”

“OH MY GOSH, SNIPER!!!!”

Gaster!Sans (G)

You and G were out on a casual date in the town, arms linked, pulling you close together as you wandered aimlessly, idly chatting abouteverything and anything. Your romantic peace was interrupted by a pair of girlswho spotted you entering the park and ran over to greet you.

They immediately began squealing about your latest bookcalled “Echoes of Home” which set you off into an internal panic, G WASN’TSUPPOSED TO FIND OUT ABOUT THIS BOOK, OH STARS YOU WERE GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT!!!

Without any regard for your dwindling dignity, the girlscontinued to fangirl about “Echoes of Home” Going on and on and on about howmuch they fell so hard for the “teeth-grindinglyhot-headed, self-righteous, aloof little jerk of a hunk”.

At one point in the conversation one girl looked over at Gwho had been relatively silent and said with an awe-struck face “Is this him???”She almost screamed with glee. Sensing this was your way out, your shushedloudly and began dragging G away with a quick wink to the girls who giggled andwaved goodbye (you were sure one was about to faint from swooning so hard).

Once you were both out of earshot G threw you a curious look“what was that about?” He asked, your face erupted into color and tried tobrush it off as nothing.

The matter was dropped until you walked past a bookstore with “Echoes of Home”displayed proudly on the window, showcasing the edition of the book with a picture of the main characters in each other’s embrace. “ain’t nuthin, huh?” He asked with anincreasing smirk, you frantically tried to pry G away, but CURSE HIS STRENGTH he was too hard to move!!

“huh, this guy on the cover looks like a weird version ofme. total coincidence, am i right?”

“YEP, ABSOLUTELY, LET’S GO NOW!!”

“ah, darlin’ I’m messing with ya. I’ve known about your bookwriting career for a while.”

“You wHAT!?”

“yeah, your fangirls are rabid.”

Cue an embarrassment-induced faint.

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Aster was out on a grocery runwhen he came across an elderly woman struggling with her bags and decided tohelp her. While he was stuffing the bags inside her car, the old woman hadmentioned that he reminded her of the main protagonist in this book: Tall,suave, drop-dead gorgeous, and the personification of chivalry.

Since there wasn’t aplethora of writers in the Underground, Aster made an inquiry as to who thewriter was, the old woman couldn’t remember for the life of her, but she didgive him the book’s title and recommended he read them as soon as possible.

And so he did.

The book was a romance novel filledwith cheesy fantasies that were definitely made for the hopeless romantics.Scenarios of tall but gentlemanly heroes with a passion for science or artoften guided or encouraged a lost, starry-eyed female to follow her dreams andscrew with the system if it tried to stop her.

After several novels, hefinally read the one the old lady had recommended him, and, oh dear, is that-!!???It is!!!!

This book was a, uh, detailed edition of your travels in theUnderground.

He knows this because he’s the one who taught you thatspecific chemical formula of the carbohydrate strings which would allow foroptimum flavor!!!

And- hey wait, he rememberedthis part!! This was when he took you out on your first official date with him!!He was always so scared he over did it on the pulling out all your chairs,taking your coat, having no physical contact beyond hand holding or arm linkingbut this narrative showed that you-you….oh….didyou really think that?????

Aster felt his face explode incolor and he had to put the book he felt so flustered.

Later, when you came homethat day from a sleepover with Alphys and Undyne, Aster met you at the door likenormal, took your coat, kissed your cheek and asked you how your day was. Onceyou both got the pleasantries out of the way, Pap circled his arms around youand bent down.

“Do I really make you swoonjust by existing, my darling star?”

[draginhikari]

Final Fantasy XIV: Azure and Crimson Section 2: Kari Azuresol, Light Reborn Chapter 1: Blue Star, a New Light Shines

((Art by @fyrielle))

“Ow!” A female voice whined in the darkness as she bumped her head, “Who’d would put a ceiling that low above my head?” The young woman laid her head back, “Why can’t I move?  It like I’m lying in a coffin,” The young woman wrinkled her nose at her previous thought, “Actually let’s just go with a box, no coffin please.”  Her thoughts trailed off as she tried to get a grasp of what was going on around her. Her body felt stiff as if she had not moved in months.  She squinted her eyes as a faint light streamed into her eyes, piercing the darkness from some kind of slit near the top of her line of sight.   She managed to move her arms enough to feel the ceiling.  It moved slightly revealing itself to be a lid to some kind of wooden crate.  It was loosely attached as if it had been forced on very quickly.   She grumbled, “Well, I guess I actually am in a box.   Who’d shove me in a box!?  Someone need a kick in the arse!” Once she had enough feeling in her arms and legs to move, she adjusted her body so she could push on the lid and repeatedly kicked at it until it popped off.   She slowly slid off the lid, shielding her eyes from the light, as the young woman, Kari Azuresol, adjusted to the light of the sun for the first time since her imprisonment by the Hymn Venom Order.   Kari laid there for a moment slightly disoriented.   She could only hear the sound of the ocean waves and call of seabirds.  Kari pushed herself up slowly attempting to get her footing stable only to trip over the side of the crate and falling face first into the sandy beach the crate had settled on.

Kari gagged and spat out a mouthful of sand, “Bleh!  Why does stuff like this keep happening to me?  Why is my balance so finicky?”  Kari raised her head to try to get the spinning to stop.   Once it had, she began to ramble off more questions to herself.   “Where am I?  How’d I end up here?  Why does everything feel so heavy?  Why does my chest feel so-” Kari pushed herself up on one arm and pushed other hand against her breast for a moment.  Kari went still as if she were surprised there was a breast there at all, “Big?”   Kari paused a moment before she sat up slowly positioning herself with her legs in a w-position on the sand as she looked down at her bust moving her hands against them for a moment as she were convinced that they weren’t supposed to be there, “This isn’t definitely not Shadros’ body.   How could that be?” Kari looked at her grayish skin and white scales that cover segments of her less muscular arms.  She reached up to her face and felt her face scales before sliding her hands across her horns that stretched from the front to the back of her head.  Kari reached behind her and ran her hand along the top of her reptilian tail which she pulled on slightly, making her whined some, “Definitely real!  Ouch!”   She moved over the ocean water’s glancing at her reflection to see a young Auri woman staring back at her with gray skin, blue eyes with some kind of blue “M” pattern across them. Her hair was a pale blue with ever lighter blue highlights.   Pure white covered the scales on her face and body.  Her tail and horns were of the same color as her scales. She was wearing heavily worn out top and shorts that barely fit her but did enough to cover most of her vital areas.

Kari looked at the reflection for a few moments in shock and soon her expression changed to glee.  “This is my body,” Kari grinned, “I’m back in my own body!  Somehow Shadros did it!  He must of beat Hymn Venom!” Kari stood up quickly stumbling some but not falling this time, “Shadros!   Where are you!?   I’m awake, you did it!” There was no response just silence all around, “Shadros?   Where did you go?” Kari paused for a moment as she continued to hear nothing but the sound of the ocean as she glanced around her.  Kari was surrounded by ocean in multiple directions.   She appeared to be on some kind of isolated island. The island wasn’t that large probably no more than few malms across with no nearby islands in sight.   If he was here he should have heard her.   Then again, Shadros wouldn’t have left her in that box either that she thought about it.   She was in the middle of nowhere and entirely alone.

The fuzziness in Kari’s mind faded and she began to remember what had happened.   She began to recall the battle, the poison, the pain Shadros felt, and his last moments to secure her escape.   Shadros wasn’t here and wasn’t coming back.   He was gone, likely crushed to death inside of the cavern or fell into the ceruleum pools below.   She remembered it all now and her expression slowly shifted from confusion, to sadness, to despair, and finally to anger as her eyes watered as she fell to her knees. “Shadros, no!  You didn’t!?” She fell forward as she held herself up with her hands.   Kari squeezed her eyes tightly in a futile attempt to not cry.   She clutched one of her fists as she began to hit the sand with her fist over and over again shouting at the top of her lungs, “Shadros!  You idiot!  I warned you! I told you what would happen if you continued to seek me out!  Why didn’t you listen to me!?” Her volume escalated as she shouted louder, “Why!?   Why did you do it Shadros!?   Why did you have to die!?” Her angry broke down into sorrowful sobs as she could no longer hold back her tears quietly muttering, “Why did you have to leave me all alone?” Kari collapsed onto the sand and broke down sobbing until she didn’t have any energy left and passed out.

As the night began to fall, Kari stirred as a chill began to set in over the island and her stomach would no longer let her sleep.   She forced herself to her feet and looked around the island eventually stumbling upon a few fruit trees scattered about around the center of the island.  She really didn’t know anything about the fruit but she accepted she couldn’t be picky.   She managed to gather some firewood and broke off a few shattered piece of the crate to light a fire.   She filled her belly with the bitter fruit stomaching it down as best she could. “Gods, this stuff is awful…” Kari grumbled as she tossed the remaining fruit peels aside.    She glanced into the fire as she tried to warm up.  Though the torn clothes weren’t exactly suited for colder weather it was still warm enough with the fire that she would be all right for now.   Kari still had no idea where she was or if she was even in Eorzea anymore.  Even if she could get back what could she possibly do now?   She didn’t know anyone, she had no means of income, and she was entirely by herself.  As she look down at her arms again she noticed something sparkle out of the corner of her eye.  The light of the fire was reflecting off of something in the sand between the Kari and the crate she had come out of.   She stood up making her way over to the spot and reached into the sand to pull out a light blue crystal with the marking of a shield on the front.   “This is…” Kari recognized it as Shadros’ Paladin Soul Crystal.  The Crystal who’s power both Kari and Shadros had grown a strong connection to during their united state.   Kari vaguely remembers feeling something in her hand when she woke up.   Did she drop it when she fell out of the crate?  Kari didn’t really know why Shadros bothered putting it in the crate before sending it off.   After all, what was she supposed to do with it?     As Kari continued to contemplate this, as if responding to her thoughts, the crystal began to glow and emitted a bright blue light. Kari almost fell forward as her body suddenly felt very heavy and she no longer felt cold.   She looked at her arms again and they were now covered in a metallic blue armoring.   Kari lugged herself towards the shoreline and looked into the water.   She was covered almost entirely in this armor from feet to shoulder as well as having silver circlet with a tourmaline gemstone in the center.  This was the same armor Shadros had been wearing before but yet it seemed to fit her perfectly as if the Crystal had adjusted it to her form.  

She seemed confused as she shouldn’t be able to move in this armor at all but yet somehow she wasn’t falling over or collapsing.   Kari looked back at the glowing soul crystal again. Could it be it acknowledged her due to her union with Shadros during his growth as a Paladin?   Was she now a Paladin too?  Could it really be that simple?  Another realization came to Kari’s mind and she slowly made her way back towards the crate.   Once she arrived she noticed two objects in the crate heavily wrapped in some kind of thick cloth.   She reached down and slowly began to unravel the cloth revealing the Zodiac Brave, Excalibur, along with the glamorous looking Aegis Shield. “It’s Shadros’… no…” She paused for a moment before continuing, “This was our sword we forged together” Kari would reach down and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly lifting it up.   For a moment, Kari was unsure of whether she could actually lift the blade or not.   Though their souls had united in the forging of the blade, she feared her lack of skill would make it unlikely that the powerful weapon would accept her.   The Excalibur’s light burst outward for a moment and the blade felt lighter then it originally did when she first picked it up.   She felt the powerful light flow through her a moment before the light faded and she lowered the blade again.   The light of the soul crystal would fade and Kari would be returned to the clothes she wearing before, likely unable to sustain the crystal’s power currently.  Kari would bring both the Aegis and Excalibur back to the camp so she could be near the fire.

She glanced at the armaments before her, “You didn’t just restore my body, did you Shadros?  You left me with our combined work.  The power we forged together.”  It was the only explanation about how she currently had more strength then she ever did before and how she was able to tap into the Paladin Soul Crystal so easily.   “But…” Kari lowered her gaze a moment, “What do you want me to do with it?”

Kari recalled the last words of the Scion, Minifilia, before Shadros was forced to flee the tunnels under Ul’dah, “You are hope-for the Scions and for all the realm!  As long as your flame continues to burn, the light of the dawn may ever be relit!”  Kari thought back to the past, a night on the beach a mere year before the destruction of the Ala Mhigian Village in the east.   Kari had always been interested in swordsmanship from an early age.  She was obsessed with the stories of legendary heroes and magical adventurers, especially those of Eorzean origin, from the books she read from the villagers as a child.  As much as she enjoyed the idea of learning how to fight and wield a sword, the village had other ideas.  In Shadros’ community it was forbidden for women like her to learn how to fight and given how much they disliked her it was no surprise she wasn’t excluded in that, much like everything else.   Shadros, however, would train with her from time to time in secret.  The memory was clear as day to her because unlike Shadros her memories were unaffected by their union. The younger Shadros said as he looked out at the sea, "You did well tonight, Kari.” The younger Kari wrapped her arms around her legs as she said, “You stomped me again, for like the dozen time.” Shadros chuckled looking at Kari, “You’re too hard on yourself for your own good.  I’ve had years of strict training and constant drills to get to where I’m at.   You, on the other hand, pick up on this stuff with merely a few glances and minor instruction.   I’d hate to see what you would do to me if you were actually given the opportunity to show what you’re really capable of.” Kari grumbled, “Don’t make me smack you. Besides everyone says I’m pretty frail looking.   What kind of hero could I be?”

Shadros looked at her, “Strength is something you grow into Kari.  Anyone can get stronger if they apply themselves.  Potential on the other hand is harder thing to come by but I believe your potential is what makes you special Kari and I will help you find it.   Then we can leave here and have adventures away from this place like we’ve always talked about.   We’ll do this together I promise…” Kari let the thoughts of the past fade as she returned her attention back to the Zodiac Brave.   Kari had always thought it was simply Shadros’ strength and combat talent alone that made him the Warrior of the Light.  Kari had, in her mind always, underplayed the role that she provided to Shadros.   The power of the echo, the power she barely understood and heavily discounted.  She believed Shadros was the true Warrior of Light and she had to endure her situation for Eorzea and the world at large.  Kari couldn’t understand why Shadros been so selfish in pursuit of her, as he had when so many others depending on him.  Though Shadros had much to answer for, in this case he actually had thought everything through.  Shadros had laid the pieces in place for her should he fail.   Shadros had faith in Kari’s potential.  Now, with Shadros gone and his name tarnished, only she remained. Kari looked at the Excalibur before looking out at the sea, “I don’t know if I have this potential you spoke of Shadros but…” Kari grinned and stood up with a bit of excitement, “I don’t have anything to lose so I will just have to take over where you left off.   I will become a Warrior of Light just like you!” She shook her head some, “No, that isn’t enough. I’ve got to be even better and I know you wouldn’t accept anything less!”    

Her knees felt weak and she tumbled back to the ground and groaned, “But first, I think I have some healing and bulking up to do before I’m ready to take on that role.” Kari laughed some as she felt her despair and sadness fade away for a time.   She had a new sense of purpose, motivation, and hope for the times ahead.  Though Kari had grown greatly in mental and spiritual power during her time of union with Shadros, she still had a long way to go in regards to her body strength and technique which could not be passed in the same way.   She took advantage of her isolation and used the time to train her body to relearn the powers from the Paladin Soul Crystal which were burnt into her memory.   She utilized the material from the cloth the Zodiac Braves were wrapped in to make herself some makeshift training clothes for protection and provide herself covering during the cold nights.  She continued her training until she was strong enough to use the armor more regularly.   With a weapon now in hand, she was able to expand her meal options and utilized anything she could find to help herself survive while alone on this island.   As the weeks went by Kari found herself quickly growing stronger as her armor becoming easier to move in.  She eventually was able to wield both the Excalibur and Aegis with enough skill for her to get by. Her experiences with Shadros helped her rapidly develop her skills and speed up the process as a whole.  Once she learned how to tap into her anima she decided it was finally time to leave the island. On Kari’s last day, she sat at the beach looking out at the sea with her legs crossed and her arms folded at her chest, “Let’s see, it’s true I can teleport back to Eorzea now but what do I do when I get there?  It’s not like I can walk up to Alphinaud and exclaim ‘Hi Alphinaud I am replacing Shadros as the Warrior of Light let’s go to Ishgard harharhar’.”  She grumbled and thought some to herself trying to recall what Shadros did before his attack on the Hymn Venom Order, “Let’s see Shadros locked quite a bit of stuff, including his other job soul crystals, in some kind of large coffer inside of his house and left the key in the hands of that Ninja he hired.  Think Aya was her name?   So I guess my first task is to find her and retrieve those items as they will certainly help.   How in hell does one intentionally find a Doman Shinobi though?” Kari squeezed the Paladin Sword Crystal in her hand lightly, “I guess I’ll just figure that out once I get there.” She grasped the crystal hard again changing into the Metallic Blue Armor that was once her friend’s trademark.  She took the Excalibur from the spot next to her, holding it upright for a moment, before placing the sword in its proper place at her side.   The Excailbur’s weight no longer hindered her.   She glanced along the beach as she put the Aegis Shield on her back noticing the remains of the crate, at this point only the outer frame remained.   Kari pushed what was left of the crate into the sea.   The metal emblem of the Hymn Venom Order falling off at her feet as she did.   Kari picked up the emblem looking at it for a moment with a grim expression, “You will never hurt anyone ever again!” She tossed the emblem into the sea watching it sink below into the ocean’s depths before moving back to solid ground.   She chanted the proper incantation for the Return spell.   Her Aetheric connection to Shadros during his adventures also meant she was also likely attuned to the all locations he had.   However, due to her being unfamiliar with the spell and not wanting her body scattered throughout the lifestream she decided his most common destination would the easiest for a first time attempt on her own.   It would drop her in the middle of Ul’dah but that was a risk she would have to take. With the incantation complete, Kari vanished leaving the desolate island to its silence once more.  

When the light returned to her eyes, she would be standing before a giant crystal aetheryte.  The sudden vibrations of various sounds would reverberate through her horns as she turned around.   Kari found herself no longer in isolation but rather amidst a bustling and active City-State.   She stepped out to the streets of Ul’dah and found herself temporarily distracted from her task to take in the sights of the bustling city around her.  Kari’s eyes filled with childlike wonder at the sights. “Wow!  It was one thing to see these things through him but it’s another to see it with my own eyes,” Kari let herself get absorbed for a few moments longer before a voice suddenly interrupted her sightseeing. “Hey, you!  Hold it right there!” Kari suppressed the urge to jump out of her skin as she turned to face a Brass Blade, the private security force of the Syndicate of Ul’dah.   Kari thoughts started to race in fear that she had already been caught.  If they found out about her connection to Shadros there would be no escape for her.   After the Brass Blade looked at her face his tone of voice changed becoming less stern. “Oh, wait!  Forgive me miss I thought you were someone else,” the Brass Blade apologized. Kari was relieved, he must have just recognized her armor and made an assumption, “You’re one of those Au Ra from the Far East are you not?   Giving your appearance you must be an adventurer?” Kari decided to play along, “Y-Yes, this is my first time in your lovely city.”

The Brass Blade nodded and pointed to the northward, “Then I suggest you start at the Adventurer’s Guild to the northeast.   Ms. Modi should be able to get you started.” Kari bowed slightly, “Thank you, I’ll do so.” The Brass Blade returned to his patrol at that point. Kari sighed with relief, “I thought I was in trouble.  It’s a good thing we don’t look anything alike,” Kari put her hands on her hips, “Shadros was only like ten ilms taller than me.   That Brass Blade must be part way blind.   Maybe it’s the weird face mask.”  Regardless of her feelings about the Brass Blade’s mental state, she decided that following the Blade’s advice was the best thing she could do right now.   It wasn’t exactly like Kari had any idea where to go anyway.   She was in the middle of Ul’dah, a place where gil was all that matter, with no gil to her name.  Kari made her way towards the large establishment in the center of the city.   She knew this is where Shadros’ adventure had originally started and where hers would begin.  

As Kari entered the establishment, she looked at the various tables with adventurers of all races gathered around discussing, planning, and boasting stories of their own achievements. Kari moved forward through the guild glancing to the left and right as she moved through the Quicksand Tavern, once again taking in the sights that surrounded her.  She made her way towards one of the central counters where a redheaded Lalafell was tending to some crates behind the counter. “Be with you in just a moment,” The Lalafell spoke in a chipper manner before writing something down in a book before she went back to the counter, “Hello, who might you be?   Name’s Momodi I oversee the Adventurer’s Guild here in Ul’dah.   I own this fine establishment. Ah, another Au Ra?   Ever since the Doman refugee arrived in Eorzea some time ago we are beginning to see more of your kind in these parts.  Always good to see fresh faces around here,” Momodi paused her usual speech when she looked at Kari more closely, “That color scheme you’re wearing.  Something is kind of familiar about it.  What’s your name stranger?” Kari paused a moment trying to decide how best to approach this situation but in the end decided that hiding her name had no purpose now, “My name is Kari Azuresol.”

Momodi tilted her head to the side a moment, “Kari Azuresol?  Yes, I know that name now.   The Warrior of Light was here some time ago and left me a letter to give to you when you showed up.   He asked me to make sure you were registered to the Guild and provided proper direction.   He was acting kind of strange, but I couldn’t refuse a request from Shadros Hiku after all.”  Momodi would reached down under the counter and hand Kari a letter that she immediately recognized in Shadros’ rather terrible handwriting and it also included some kind of Doman seal inside.   Kari would look over the letter, it was fairly brief and to the point but then again Shadros was not much of a writer.

“Kari, if you are reading this.   Go to Mor Dhona and show this seal to Stafborn in Revenant’s Toll.   He can direct you to someone who can help you.   –Shadros”

Momodi was writing something down while Kari looked over the message, “All right Kari, your registration with the Adventurer’s Guild is complete and all the privileges it comes with.   I’d normally give you some pointers but if your friends with Shadros Hiku you hardly need me to tell you anything now do I?  Oh and before I forget” Momodi placed a small bag on the desk as well, “He asked me to pass this gil along to you as well.  To get you started on the right foot.” Kari picked up the bag and smiled, “Thank you for everything.   I’ll find some way to manage in the meantime,” Kari bowed slightly before making her way out of the Adventurer’s Guild.  She purchased a map before looking it over, “Revenant’s Toll… Revenant’s Toll… where is that?” Though Kari remembered many things while being connected to Shadros certain details were still hard to remember like the physical location of places.   “There it is, let’s see, I’d rather avoid North Thanalan like the plague and charging through imperial territory sounds like a dumb idea.  Looks like my best option is to head towards Coerthas Central Highlands and make my way westward.”   Though she could try teleporting there she wasn’t sure if all of his attunements passed over to her properly so she decided it was best not to risk it until she could re-attune to the aetherytes proper.  Kari left Ul’dah entering into Central Thanalan glancing around at the barren surroundings.   Kari began walk but stopped for a moment when she saw a familiar creek.  The place she had been spotted by the Brass Blades on the day that the whole horrible ordeal had happened.  A sense of guilt came over her heart as she put her hand over her chest for a moment lower her head and closing her eyes.

“Shadros, I’m going to do it, you just watch,” Kari opened her eyes again as she turned back to the path and began her long journey to Mor Dhona.

Section 1 - Chapter 6: Duty Commenced in the Ceruleum Refinery

Final Fantasy XIV: Azure and Crimson Complete 

Section 2 - Chapter 2: Key to Conflict

[kitchenwitchsuperwhovian]

Voice of an Angel

Summary: The reader discovers a new kink about Castiel which he is more than happy to exploit.

Rating: Explicit

Square Filled: Coming Untouched

Word Count: 1,548

A/N:  Castiel and that gravelly voice do things to my nethers…and now yours too!

Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo

*GIFs not my own*

It’s always fun discovering new things about yourself but when you discover that they come from your significant other than things can get a little steamy. The first time I noticed something different in the way my body responded to his voice alone was a hunt that had gone sideways fast. Demons coming out of the woodwork and just when we thought we got them all, a sneaky fucker came up behind me and stabbed me in the back. If it wasn’t for the quick action of my friend, Sam and my lover, Castiel, I wouldn’t be here to tell you this tale.

So as I lay on the dirt floor of the barn, slowly bleeding out, Castiel’s voice commands me to keep fighting. He rushes to my aid and uses his grace to heal me. When I attempt to get up, he pushes me back down and orders me to lie still so he can double check that I am okay. As he absentmindedly growls and rants at me for my stupidity of getting injured, the words became muffled and jumbled. However, his dark, gravelly tone makes my pulse jump unexpectedly and race with a new kind of energy than before.

The second time was an argument between Castiel and I that became heated rather quickly. Castiel growling my name in deep seated anger had my heart beat skipping and a rush of slick from my core had me fidgeting and twitching trying to seek some relief. After we went to our separate quarters to cool off, I quickly locked my door, dropped my pants and lingerie on the floor and had myself cumming to the thoughts of Castiel’s passion-darkened voice telling me what to do in less than a minute.

The third time, I think that Castiel may have caught onto some idea of what his voice was doing to me. I’ve been moody and cranky and I know that it’s childish but I’ve been trying to start a fight with Cas. Maybe if I push him enough, he’ll snap and we can fuck our anger out.

Castiel notices the color in her cheeks rising as her eyes darken with lust and her breathing becomes erratic. As she steps close enough for her chest to press against his in anger, he catches the faint scent of her arousal and is taken back at how his vessel is responding by the quick hardening of his cock and the accelerated pulse of his heart.

The final revelation happens to you both after Dean and Sam intervene in your arguing matches.

“Seriously guys. It’s getting pretty ridiculous. The stupid little fights you have about everything are starting to get on our nerves so Dean and I are going to visit Jody and the girls for the weekend and you two need to figure out what the hell is going on to cause these fights. See you Monday and be safe.” Sam hugs Y/N tight and slaps Castiel on the back before grabbing his bag from the table and heading out.

Dean gives Cas a nod and a look that you can’t quite decipher and after a minute, Cas nods once back. Dean gives you a crushing hug and whispers, “Please go easy on him. He has no idea about your voice fetish and I really don’t want to have to explain it to him when I get back.”

“Dean, I don’t…” Y/N starts to stammer and blush as Cas looks at them quizzically.

“Y/N, my room is next door to yours….and the walls are thin. Just warn a guy next time and I’ll put headphones on or go out in Baby, alright.” Dean chuckles as Y/N looks at her feet in mortification and embarrassment. “See you two lovebirds later.”

I look at Cas and the most shocking thing is his eyes. They glow a little with each pulse of his grace and he seems to become…more. More in control, more commanding, more of a presence than before and as you study him more closely, your core throbs and your breaths become choppy and uneven. Castiel starts to advance towards you and with each step forward, you retreat a step until your back meets the wall.

“Y/N, I believe that we have something to talk about, yes? Like the fact that you want me angry and fighting with you. So be a good girl and tell me why you wish to fight with me?” Castiel asks in a harsh and commanding tone that has your core clenching repeatedly, seeking fulfillment. Cas catches the slight changes to your body and it suddenly clicks in his mind about why you wish to fight.

“Baby, does my voice turn you on? Does hearing me say your name, low and harsh have your pussy all wet and welcoming for me? Are you wet now, Y/N? Do you wish for me to fuck you against this wall until you are crying out my name in ecstasy?” Castiel whispers into your ear as your body shivers and shakes in arousal.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby, right here, right now? Naked against this wall to where anyone could walk in and see me fucking you hard and fast until I cum in this gushing pussy? Do you want that baby? For me to fuck you so hard and so much that you squirt all over my dick and just when you think you can’t cum anymore, I’ll have you cum on my tongue? Do you want that, huh?” Y/N’s head hits the wall and her lips part in a silent scream as the coil snaps deep inside and she’s cumming hard enough to see stars. Her panting breaths and Castiel’s harsh breathing are the only sounds in the room.

When Y/N come back to herself, she finds that Castiel is carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. When she gives him a questioning glance, he smirks and whispers that she may have finished but he is far from done with her. “You still need your punishment, baby. You tried fighting with me instead of talking things out.”

“What’s my punishment babe?” Y/N smirks in glee at him until his response has her eyes going wide and her mouth forming a silent “o” of surprise.

“How about I start with ten spanking and then making you cum twice more with just my voice alone. After that, how does cumming all night long sound, hmm?” Castiel states smugly as he uses his grace to slam his door and lock it before dropping her on the bed.  “Get ready for a long night baby. You forgot that you’re fighting an Angel of the Lord.”

Monday morning has Dean and Sam worried that things may be strained between the four of them and they hope that you guys came to some sort of understanding.  However upon entering the kitchen, both Winchesters drop their jaws in shock at what is before them. Castiel is wearing a grey pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips with angry red scratches furrowed into his back, several blossoming hickies decorate his neck and chest plus a red lipstick heart with Y/N’s initials in it over his chest where his heart lies beneath, beating strong with love for his Y/N.

They are doubly shocked when Y/N hobbles into the room wearing nothing but Castiel’s white dress shirt and a pair of pink fuzzy socks with hearts on them. Her legs are mottled with fingertip bruises and a hickie heart playing peek-a-boo on the top of her left breast. “Y/N, I have everything ready. Go back to the room and I’ll bring it in. Now.” Castiel growls as he swats her ass just hard enough to make her squeak in surprise. “Behave and you may have more of that later. Dean. Sam. Good afternoon. I believe Y/N and I will be busy later so we shall talk to you tomorrow.” Castiel states smartly as he smirks while calmly taking the tray of food down the hall to his bedroom where Y/N is waiting eagerly for his next instruction.

Dean and Sam look at each other with gaping mouths and shocked expressions. Both quickly turn to look down the hall when they hear Y/N scream Castiel’s name in pleasure. “Whelp that settles it. You and me have a date with pancakes at the diner in town. You’re buying, Sammy.” Dean states cheerfully as he heads up the stairs.

“Hey, why am I buying?” Sam pouts as he follows Dean out of the bunker and into Baby.

“You said they would talk it out and I said they’d fuck it out. I win cause I was right so loser buys. Plus. They. Are. Still. Fucking!” Dean growls as they drive away from the sound of Y/N and Castiel’s screams of ecstasy echoing throughout the bunker.

[kitchenwitchsuperwhovian]

Sunshine

Pairings/ Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer (mention)

(Soulmate!AU where children of angels are not abominations/ hunted/ killed.)

Summary: There were stories told that every angel in heaven has a soulmate on Earth but you never quite believed it, well until you met the trickster that is….. Who knew that meeting an Archangel could be so complicated?

Word count: 2,261

Warnings: Angst, tears, depression, pain, character death, pregnancy

A/N: @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta with the Thesaurus brain and a Dictionary of filthy words that make you feel the feelings of doom…..

*Words in bold are song lyrics*

It was a gloomy spring day and with the heavy rains and lack of hunts lately, you, Sam, Dean, and Castiel we're bored out of your minds. Being stuck in the bunker was slowly driving you insane. You had already played a couple board games, four rounds of poker, binge watched an entire season of Dr Sexy, and were just starting a Star Wars marathon when the lights flashed bright then suddenly went dark.

A loud whoosh of air blew the cards all over the room, the lights came back on to spotlight a golden-haired man sucking on a lollipop. “Hiya Sammykins, Deano, Cassy.  Whatcha doing? And who is this lovely creature?”  

You blushed profusely and stammered out, “Y/N.”

The stranger slowly walked up to you and held out his hand for you to take as Dean and Sam exchanged a look of disbelief. Normally with strangers, you were cool, calm, and unflappable. As you placed your hand in the stranger’s, a blue light sparked and together you  they both yelped in pain only to pull apart your hands to see each other's name written in script inside a pair of three-tiered angel wings on your ring fingers.

“Gabriel & Y/N.” You read out loud in shock as Gabriel shouted in glee. He grabbed you and laughingly swung you in circles around the room.

“I have my own soulmate! I’m so happy!” Gabriel kept singing while laughing.

“Gabe! Put me down!” You yelled while swatting his shoulders.

“What's the matter sunshine?” He asked worriedly.

“Well for starters, we literally just met. And secondly, who or should I say, what are you?”

Gabriel nervously put you down and started pacing around the room while running his hands through his hair. “Well I go by many names. Gabriel, Trickster,  Loki…. As for what I am, I'm an archangel.  You know like Heavenly Father kind of angel like Michael, Raphael, Lucifer….”

“Hold up! Archangel?! But I thought all the archangels were either dead or imprisoned.”

“Well, I may have been hiding out these past few centuries in another pantheon.” Gabriel says sheepishly while shuffling his feet around and staring at the floor.

Y/N turns to the only other angel in the room looking for answers. “Castiel, is this some kind of trick?”

“No Y/N. This really is my brother, Gabriel. And you two are soulmates. Eventually, you will be able to feel what the other is feeling, and he will even share a bit of grace with, Y/N as you will in turn  share a bit of your soul with Gabriel.”

After that uneasy first meeting, it was decided that Gabriel would try to “woo” you even though you already were soulmates. At first, it was little dates to the candy shop, ice cream parlor, chocolate factory (his favorite places) and eventually he took you to Paris, Ireland, and England when you mentioned one day that you've never been out the U.S.  Slowly and without your knowledge, Gabriel grew on you.  

However, about four months down the road is when the trouble started. You would start to get flashes of feelings of anguish, heartache, and even fear. Gabriel was coming around less and less and the Winchesters were of no help either because it seemed like everything was literally going to hell. One morning as you were making coffee, your stomach churned at the smell and you had to quickly grab the trash can to throw up.

Dean found you resting on the bathroom floor about five minutes later when he heard you crying. “Sweetheart what's the matter?”

“I really don't know. One minute I was making coffee and the next I was puking my guts out. I think I caught the bug that Sam had last week.”

“Maybe. Why don't I get you some water and some soup and you go lay down. Do you want to call Gabe?”

“No, I should be fine. I don't want him to waste his grace on a simple flu bug.” You would come to eat your words because for the next two weeks, almost every day you would be throwing up. No matter what you ate or drank. Eventually, Sam became worried about you being sick all the time. You had tried to reach Gabriel with no success. Sam told you to grab your jacket and your shoes cause he was taking you to the doctor. With the minimum of fuss and a quick nap in the car, Sam drove you to the nearest doctor. You politely refused Sam's request to go with you inside stating that there are some things that friends should not know about each other.  

After the doctor ran the initial tests, she gave you some surprising news. When you came out of the doctor's office, you were pale and crying but with a wide smile on your face. You shook hands with the doctor and thanked her repeatedly. “C'mon Sam. I have something to tell you but I want all my boys to hear the news at once, okay?”

“Sounds good to me. I'll call Dean and you pray to Cas and Gabe so you can tell us all what's up.”

When you and Sam arrived at the bunker, Dean was standing next to Baby arguing with Cas and Gabe. You hesitantly got out of the car and approached the boys. “Sunshine, what are you doing out of bed? You've been sick and you need your rest.”

“I'm fine babe. I have some news for you. Well, news for all of you really.” Castiel was starting intently at you, then Gabriel then back to you. You nodded slightly to him and his blue eyes widened in shock. He notched his head towards Gabriel with a questioning glance and you smiled and shook your head no. He again nodded towards the Winchester's and again you nodded no. Sam seemed to catch on to your silent conversation as he started to chuckle and smile broadly. Dean looked at Sam and they had one of their mysterious silent conversations and then Dean was joining in the laughter. Gabriel was looking at them in confusion while absentmindedly running soothing circles on Y/N’s back.

Gently you took Gabriel’s hands and led him to a nearby clearing. “I don't see what's so funny about you being sick. I think I'll do something later to remind them who you are to me.” Gabriel muttered almost too low for you to hear.

“Gabriel, you will do no such thing! I have something to tell you and they just figured it out before I could,” you whispered while biting her lip nervously. Gabriel reached out with his thumb and brushed it over her bruised lips.

“Sunshine, you can tell me anything so don't be nervous okay?”

“Okay so Sam dragged me to the doctor today and I don't have the flu like I thought. Babe, I'm pregnant. According to the doctor, I'm about two months along. I know that we never discussed kids but…” Your rambling was cut off by Gabriel’s fevered kiss.

Once the two of you came up for air, Gabriel grabbed you and spun you in circles, laughing with tears of joy running down his face. “I'm going to be a daddy!” Gabriel suddenly put you down and stepped back in fear. His eyes, wide with terror, glanced at Castiel. They had a silent conversation and finally with a terse nod from Castiel, Gabriel faced you once more. The blank and controlled calm on Gabriel’s face made you uneasy. “Y/N, I am going to ask you to trust me when I say that you should stay in the bunker with the boys while I finish what I started. It may seem unfair to you but I need you and our baby to stay safe. Please don't ask me what I'm doing or where I'm going. Just know that I have loved you since the moment we met.”

“Babe, why does this feel like you're saying goodbye?” You asks tearfully.

“I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too Gabe.”

With a pop of air and a flash of golden light, Gabriel is gone. You run back to the boys and into Castiel’s arms, crying uncontrollably. He awkwardly tries to comfort you while shooting the Winchesters panicked looks. Eventually you calm down enough to head inside where Sam made you a quick salad and protein shake and promises to pick up your prenatal pills while you napped. You dazedly agree and shuffle off to bed to rest. However, you just stood in the doorway unable to move because of all of the memories of you and Gabriel in that room. You quickly go down the hall, grab a blanket and some pillows from the pantry before picking an empty room to sleep in.

A couple hours later, Dean is frantic searching for her when he stumbles across her inside an empty room several doors down . She looks exhausted with faint tear tracks running down her face.

When three weeks go by without a word on Gabriel, you finally snaps out of your funk and focuses on impending motherhood. Castiel uses his grace to ”check” on the baby and after you get the okay that you are both fine, you get to work.

Dean and Sam clean out the room next to yours and paint it for the nursery. Cas paints the room a soft baby blue with fluffy clouds, different birds, flowers, and of course honeybees. Next comes some baby furniture that Dean restored that he found for sale at a thrift store in town. The boys were so efficient at distracting you that another two weeks went by without you noticing.

By the time two months had gone by, you only thought of Gabriel in your dreams. The stress from wondering what was going on with him was not good for the baby but in your dreams, you feel his loss keenly. You start to wonder if he will ever get to see his child grow up. A particularly hard kick to your ribs brings a pained smile to your lips. Your little one reminding you that they wish to be talked to. You would gently rub your ever-expanding stomach and tell the baby all the stories you could find or have heard about your beloved.

Dean was grilling burgers while Sam was making you a fruit salad when the question you've been avoiding just popped out of your mouth.  “He's not coming back, is he?”

They both stopped what they were doing to crouch in front of your saddened form.

“Y/N, you can't think like that. Maybe he wanted you safe and healthy without worrying that you'd get dragged into some nasty angel business.”

At Sam's words, your head comes up fast and almost collides with his chin. Dean elbows his stomach hard and glares at him to shut up.

“You both know what he’s doing, don't you?” Y/N accuses then angrily.

Suddenly Dean’s phone rings and in his haste to answer, he accidentally puts the caller on speaker. “Hey Deano, I need you and Samsquatch to get Cassy to pop you to me for back up. If I can't talk some sense into him, you have to send him back to his cell. And tell Y/N I'm sorry.”

“Gabriel, what the fuck are you up to?! Our child, not to mention me, needs you!”

“Dad's dammit! You need to be safe and he can never find out about you! Do you hear me Winchesters?! Keep her safe!”  The sound of the dial tone snaps you out of the shock at finally hearing Gabriel's voice. An unexpected wave of determination, fear, guilt, love, and finally resignation immobilizes you and fills you with dread. A bolt of energy snaps through your system and a searing pain feels like it's ripping your soul to pieces.

With a scream of agony, you fall to the floor gasping for breath. You were shaking, heaving sobs wracking your body as you rocked back and forth,  protectively hugging your swollen belly and mumbling Gabriel's name over and over.

Castiel pops into the bunker and the sorrow on his face lets you know that what you felt was Gabriel's grace being extinguished. Getting shakily to your feet, you tearfully ask the boys to give you a bit before asking you anything.

They all agree as you slowly walks down the hall to the nursery and collapse onto the rocking chair, silently crying into a giant stuffed bear that Sam gave you last week for the baby.

Slowly and mournfully you start to sing your and Gabriel’s song, the only thing of him you could hold onto besides your unborn child who kicked as tears flowed unchecked down your cheeks.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy

When skies are gray.

You never know dear,

How much I love you.

So please don't take my sunshine away.